Yakima's wardrobe malfunction
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
doreedo
*Written on request*
Yakima exited the water as she returned to the beach, minus the passenger she'd entered with. She knew that Claire and Kim had told her to relax while they searched, but that wasn't her intention at all. She just needed a few minutes to catch her breath, and then she'd be back out in the water searching! This was her mess, and she wasn't going to leave the beach until Ben was safe and sound!
Sighing, Yakima frowned as she noticed that her bikini top was digging in uncomfortably tightly to her mountainous bosom. Darn, she'd known it was 'undersized' for a girl like her, but she hadn't realized it was that tight on her. Yakima frowned- she'd wanted to show off to Ben and his family (mostly Ben) but she didn't want to show anything indecent to all the other beachgoers. Her thoughts of Ben momentarily shoved to the side as she contemplated her current attire, Yakima pondered what to do.
"Whoa... I'm like, one deep breath away from snapping this bikini... I'd better see if Miss Mary has a t-shirt I can borrow or something. Once I find Ben, I don't think I'll want to get back in the water anyway..."
Poor Yakima had triggered Murphy's Law- the saying expressing the sentiment 'if something can go wrong, it will go wrong.' Maybe it was caused by too deep a breath like she'd been worried about, maybe the strings on the bikini had been fraying, maybe it had been an act of divine intervention, but for whatever reason the string holding Yakima's bikini cups together snapped. On her body, said cups had been reduced to small triangles of cloth stretched thin trying to cover as much surface area as possible, they had at least done their job of covering the essentials, but as the string keeping them together broke apart, they couldn't even manage that now.
Yakima gasped in shock as her enormous breasts bounced outwards, the too-small bikini no longer restraining them. A startled yelp left her mouth as both arms came up as quick as possible, wrapping around as much of her titanic breasts as she could possible hold. The now useless triangular cups were pinned to her sides by her arms as she hugged herself tightly, trying to make sure that nobody at the beach saw her naked breasts.
Fortunately for you, this series of actions was just what you needed to be released from the prison of Yakima's incredibly huge breasts. Their hold on you had loosened up a little bit as her bikini top broke but were still so huge and heavy that you'd remained trapped by them. Fortunately, as Yakima's arms had come up to wrap around her breasts you'd been steadily squeezed upwards, and with a muted *pop* you'd shot out of the top of her cleavage like a tiny rocket!
Yakima's eyes widened in surprise as Ben abruptly appeared right in front of her face. Quick as a flash, she reached out with both hands and seized him out of the air, before bringing him to her face.
"Oh my God, Ben?! I thought... I thought I'd lost you! Oh God, I'm so relieved that you're okay! Heeeey! Kim! Claire! I found him!" Yakima called out to her housemates.
They were fairly far away from her but were still able to hear her voice. Yakima could see both of them swimming back towards the beach.
"Oh, Ben! I'm so glad that you're okay! But... where did you go? Did you land on somebody? ...Ben?"
Yakima realized that Ben hadn't answered her. In fact, he wasn't even looking at her face. His attention had been whole-heartedly grabbed by something else...
Yakima realized what that something was (or rather, what those two somethings were.) With an embarrassed squeal, Yakima's arms came back down to hug her enormous breasts, attempting to shield them from the view of everyone on the beach. You didn't even have time to apologize for being caught red-handed (though who could blame you) before you were pressed firmly into the soft bulk of the side of Yakima's left breast.
"-Kima! Yakima!"
You did your best to call out to her, but you honestly had no idea whether or not she heard you, given that a) your voice was being muffled by Yakima's huge, soft boob, and b) even if you hadn't been pressed into her boob her hand was still covering you.
Fortunately, it seemed like Yakima heard you somehow (or just didn't want to keep pressing you to her boob with her own hand) and after about a minute of awkward fumbling, Yakima had managed maneuver you so that instead of being pinned to her breast you were now perched on top of the quivering, jiggling mountain of flesh as she looked down at you.
"Ugh! I can't believe you were stuck between my boobs that whole time! If I'd just checked myself again I could've found you minutes ago! Oh man, I'm so embarrassed..." Yakima moaned, closing her eyes and wishing that she'd disappear into a whole in the ground. This was not the kind of first-impression she'd wanted to make with you.
"Come on, cheer up Yakima! It wasn't all bad. I mean, I really enjoyed it- it felt really good!" You'd said the words before you could help yourself. Crap, now Yakima's eyes were widening, the beautiful young woman staring at you in shock, a rosy blush spreading across her face...
"So, uh... Yakima before anything else we should probably find something for you to wear. I think... I think people are staring."
Yakima started at your words, jostling you and sending you slipping into her cleavage (which had been pushed up by her arms.) Fortunately, you weren't lost in her cleavage yet again at the beach, and your body above the waist remained free.
As for Yakima, her attention was drawn away from your 'confession' and towards her own appearance.
"Shoot! You're right! I-I guess I was so relieved to find you that I forgot that we weren't alone." Fortunately for Yakima, not too many people had noticed her. She seemed to have lucked out- the other beachgoers (of whom there were many) had all missed her wardrobe malfunction and were only now starting to see the young woman as she walked along the beach to where your mom and older sister were. To people from far away it must've looked like Yakima was carrying a large object in her arms (which to be fair, she technically was doing.) A few people nearby were staring, having realized that the immensely buxom girl was in-effect strutting around topless.
"Yakima! What happened to your bikini?"
At least she'd reached the set of towels where Claire and Mary were relaxing. It was a little awkward explaining her host mom that her bikini top had broken, but upon hearing that Sarah's eyes had lit up with a playful gleam.
"Well... it seems like you're already used to getting up close personal with Ben. I'm sure he'd love to help you out! Whaddya say, Ben? Want to help poor Yakima out?"
You didn't know what Sarah was getting at, but you were always down to help Yakima.
See, he's willing. Okay, just give me a sec. Scuse me, I gotta get my hands a little close...
Yakima squeaked as she felt Sarah's hands brushing her immense bosom, deftly snatching Ben from his place at the top of her cleavage- at least Mary and Sarah hadn't said anything about Ben's resting place. Maybe they were used to dealing with that sort of thing?
Before Yakima had time to ask Sarah what her plan was, Sarah pulled Yakima's arms away from her breasts, and with a few swift motions, Yakima felt her bikini top come back up to cover her previously bare breasts... this time with Ben acting as a sort of clip to hold the snapped string in place! Sarah had wrapped as much of the string as she could around her younger brother's tiny body, and Ben was holding onto the strings himself- effectively bridging the gap in her bikini with his own body.
Yakima stared down at her now 'repaired' bikini, speechless.
"There, all done! You'll thank me later, Yakima. I'm pretty sure the store here isn't going to have anything in your size."
What happens next?
1. Yakima elects to relax on a towel, making sure that nothing happens to you this time.
2. A (female) lifeguard walks up to Yakima, having seen her bikini top break. (Reserved for Doreedo)
3. Kim and Claire return to the rest of the family. They want to take part in some beach activities that don't involve the lake (for your safety)
Yakima exited the water as she returned to the beach, minus the passenger she'd entered with. She knew that Claire and Kim had told her to relax while they searched, but that wasn't her intention at all. She just needed a few minutes to catch her breath, and then she'd be back out in the water searching! This was her mess, and she wasn't going to leave the beach until Ben was safe and sound!
Sighing, Yakima frowned as she noticed that her bikini top was digging in uncomfortably tightly to her mountainous bosom. Darn, she'd known it was 'undersized' for a girl like her, but she hadn't realized it was that tight on her. Yakima frowned- she'd wanted to show off to Ben and his family (mostly Ben) but she didn't want to show anything indecent to all the other beachgoers. Her thoughts of Ben momentarily shoved to the side as she contemplated her current attire, Yakima pondered what to do.
"Whoa... I'm like, one deep breath away from snapping this bikini... I'd better see if Miss Mary has a t-shirt I can borrow or something. Once I find Ben, I don't think I'll want to get back in the water anyway..."
Poor Yakima had triggered Murphy's Law- the saying expressing the sentiment 'if something can go wrong, it will go wrong.' Maybe it was caused by too deep a breath like she'd been worried about, maybe the strings on the bikini had been fraying, maybe it had been an act of divine intervention, but for whatever reason the string holding Yakima's bikini cups together snapped. On her body, said cups had been reduced to small triangles of cloth stretched thin trying to cover as much surface area as possible, they had at least done their job of covering the essentials, but as the string keeping them together broke apart, they couldn't even manage that now.
Yakima gasped in shock as her enormous breasts bounced outwards, the too-small bikini no longer restraining them. A startled yelp left her mouth as both arms came up as quick as possible, wrapping around as much of her titanic breasts as she could possible hold. The now useless triangular cups were pinned to her sides by her arms as she hugged herself tightly, trying to make sure that nobody at the beach saw her naked breasts.
Fortunately for you, this series of actions was just what you needed to be released from the prison of Yakima's incredibly huge breasts. Their hold on you had loosened up a little bit as her bikini top broke but were still so huge and heavy that you'd remained trapped by them. Fortunately, as Yakima's arms had come up to wrap around her breasts you'd been steadily squeezed upwards, and with a muted *pop* you'd shot out of the top of her cleavage like a tiny rocket!
Yakima's eyes widened in surprise as Ben abruptly appeared right in front of her face. Quick as a flash, she reached out with both hands and seized him out of the air, before bringing him to her face.
"Oh my God, Ben?! I thought... I thought I'd lost you! Oh God, I'm so relieved that you're okay! Heeeey! Kim! Claire! I found him!" Yakima called out to her housemates.
They were fairly far away from her but were still able to hear her voice. Yakima could see both of them swimming back towards the beach.
"Oh, Ben! I'm so glad that you're okay! But... where did you go? Did you land on somebody? ...Ben?"
Yakima realized that Ben hadn't answered her. In fact, he wasn't even looking at her face. His attention had been whole-heartedly grabbed by something else...
Yakima realized what that something was (or rather, what those two somethings were.) With an embarrassed squeal, Yakima's arms came back down to hug her enormous breasts, attempting to shield them from the view of everyone on the beach. You didn't even have time to apologize for being caught red-handed (though who could blame you) before you were pressed firmly into the soft bulk of the side of Yakima's left breast.
"-Kima! Yakima!"
You did your best to call out to her, but you honestly had no idea whether or not she heard you, given that a) your voice was being muffled by Yakima's huge, soft boob, and b) even if you hadn't been pressed into her boob her hand was still covering you.
Fortunately, it seemed like Yakima heard you somehow (or just didn't want to keep pressing you to her boob with her own hand) and after about a minute of awkward fumbling, Yakima had managed maneuver you so that instead of being pinned to her breast you were now perched on top of the quivering, jiggling mountain of flesh as she looked down at you.
"Ugh! I can't believe you were stuck between my boobs that whole time! If I'd just checked myself again I could've found you minutes ago! Oh man, I'm so embarrassed..." Yakima moaned, closing her eyes and wishing that she'd disappear into a whole in the ground. This was not the kind of first-impression she'd wanted to make with you.
"Come on, cheer up Yakima! It wasn't all bad. I mean, I really enjoyed it- it felt really good!" You'd said the words before you could help yourself. Crap, now Yakima's eyes were widening, the beautiful young woman staring at you in shock, a rosy blush spreading across her face...
"So, uh... Yakima before anything else we should probably find something for you to wear. I think... I think people are staring."
Yakima started at your words, jostling you and sending you slipping into her cleavage (which had been pushed up by her arms.) Fortunately, you weren't lost in her cleavage yet again at the beach, and your body above the waist remained free.
As for Yakima, her attention was drawn away from your 'confession' and towards her own appearance.
"Shoot! You're right! I-I guess I was so relieved to find you that I forgot that we weren't alone." Fortunately for Yakima, not too many people had noticed her. She seemed to have lucked out- the other beachgoers (of whom there were many) had all missed her wardrobe malfunction and were only now starting to see the young woman as she walked along the beach to where your mom and older sister were. To people from far away it must've looked like Yakima was carrying a large object in her arms (which to be fair, she technically was doing.) A few people nearby were staring, having realized that the immensely buxom girl was in-effect strutting around topless.
"Yakima! What happened to your bikini?"
At least she'd reached the set of towels where Claire and Mary were relaxing. It was a little awkward explaining her host mom that her bikini top had broken, but upon hearing that Sarah's eyes had lit up with a playful gleam.
"Well... it seems like you're already used to getting up close personal with Ben. I'm sure he'd love to help you out! Whaddya say, Ben? Want to help poor Yakima out?"
You didn't know what Sarah was getting at, but you were always down to help Yakima.
See, he's willing. Okay, just give me a sec. Scuse me, I gotta get my hands a little close...
Yakima squeaked as she felt Sarah's hands brushing her immense bosom, deftly snatching Ben from his place at the top of her cleavage- at least Mary and Sarah hadn't said anything about Ben's resting place. Maybe they were used to dealing with that sort of thing?
Before Yakima had time to ask Sarah what her plan was, Sarah pulled Yakima's arms away from her breasts, and with a few swift motions, Yakima felt her bikini top come back up to cover her previously bare breasts... this time with Ben acting as a sort of clip to hold the snapped string in place! Sarah had wrapped as much of the string as she could around her younger brother's tiny body, and Ben was holding onto the strings himself- effectively bridging the gap in her bikini with his own body.
Yakima stared down at her now 'repaired' bikini, speechless.
"There, all done! You'll thank me later, Yakima. I'm pretty sure the store here isn't going to have anything in your size."
What happens next?
1. Yakima elects to relax on a towel, making sure that nothing happens to you this time.
2. A (female) lifeguard walks up to Yakima, having seen her bikini top break. (Reserved for Doreedo)
3. Kim and Claire return to the rest of the family. They want to take part in some beach activities that don't involve the lake (for your safety)
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